This is a song about "Dead head hippie"

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

All you see is red all over my bed cant even see my head cuz im dead.

I'm the walking dead, but i'm just a talking head, a zombie floating

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I work hard for everything i get

No need for a gassed head, i'll have you slashed, dead,

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

The modern man was never dead, he's in my head/

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

Im way out of my head, i can't think anymore my brain i fried, it's dead

Dead they chose money over your head"

Im trying to see her in bed

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Well, my plans are done so put a bullet through my head, yes im dead.

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

" is he dead yet?" then you see she starts giving me head